Let's Ride, Baby

— My hobby is taming the stubborn.
On which I can climb, no matter how much they growl.
— You’re preoccupied.
— Is it because I’m telling you how much I love motorcycles?—his smirk becomes even more obvious.
— Oh, or what did you think when I said “taming”? A-a-a-y, Alia, Alia… and who of us is still preoccupied?

My sister is dating a biker! The real thing: with tattoos, in a leather jacket, on a badass Harley. Only I don’t share her enthusiasm for the thirst for speed—and I’d rather crack jokes than let someone offer me this kind of madness. Or rather… I wouldn’t. Until the Devil showed up in the biker club where Varvara hangs out all the time.
And he stole my soul, apparently.
After all, I can’t explain why I suddenly started offering to give Varja a ride to the “Wolf Pack”… and trying to stay there under any pretext. Just so I can see Him.